One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.

The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.

I want my creativity back

where
are
you

I like you better than anything.

Lately it has been just a little too easy to become this sad.

It's been so long since we've been emotional together, livejournal.

Well, here's to two more months of non-commitment.

I feel gross. I look gross.

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We're so obsessed with the preservation of the
natural order of things
that we don't think, perhaps
we are
the natural order of things.

The growing crease in his forehead was indicative of something, without being instinctive. There was the plausible, obvious explanation: the natural progression of decay in organic ( also, non-organic) mass over any given of time. Yes, he was no longer the strapping steed of his adolescence, the bright young man of his 20’s, or even the serious ( Read more... )

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